"You're a hero?"

“Yep.” Seeing no reason to hide it, he told them of the cottage, giving them the details of the lost King, and how he was apparently the Hero of Humanity, now.

“OK, that is good to know. Thank you, dear Beltan. Now, I’d like to run this by you. Would you be interested in becoming an S rank Adventurer? As a Hero, you surely qualify.”

Beltan thought for a second, before accepting, “No reason not to.” He plainly stated, before reaching for her hand to shake it, though she stood from her seat, and walked sultrily around the desk, grabbing him with her lithe arms, bringing him in for a hug, and he felt her feeling up his form, and with that, the relatively ill-informed, and fledgling defiler, his massive green member rose, pressing into her stomach. “Uhhh… I.”As he went to explain, she interrupted him.

“So you feel it too? That’s wonderful.” As she said this her doors closed, and she began disrobing, and Beltan, the young and virile Orc he was, fully obliged, undressing himself, but he was stopped by Elyra, as she began undressing him herself, though she had to have him crouch to access his vestments.

After she finished baring his chiseled, pale green upper body, having him stand once again, with herself dropping to her knees, she unfastened his gnarled pants, dropping them to his ankles, though what she hadn’t expected was the length that smacked her cheek, but that only improved her mood, as she gingerly gripped his member, her dainty hands unable to reach around his girth, inevitably using both hands to knead his still sleeping monster from rest, expanding to an unmanageable degree.

But this brought an angled grin on her face, as she pressed her pursed lips against the tip of his length, drawing a shudder down Beltan’s spine, as she engulfed the head, and that alone took up a third of her mouth, but she didn’t waver, as she ever so slowly bobbed down, inch by inch, and before long, she was halfway down his member.

But Beltan was often one without much self control, so he roughly bucked his hips but not before gripping the sides of her face, and hilting himself in her throat, the bulge visible, nearly reaching her stomach.

As she choked for a moment, gagging on the length, she slowly acclimated, pushing her head deeper, her pristine face pressing against his pubis, drool slowly dripping, as she asphyxiated herself on his member, and began speaking to him, though not through words, as Beltan shivered once more, withdrew half of his length, deacclimating her, and thrusting the rest of his length back roughly as deep as it would go.

After nearly five minutes of this, Beltan lost control, loosing an endless deluge of spunk into her near **** maw, drawing her faintly back to consciousness, and after releasing all of what came forth, he withdrew his member fully, allowing her Elyra to take long awaited breaths, tears streaming from her eyes, but the lewd smile on her face gave away her feelings, as her head lulled, before gently falling to the floor, peacefully asleep.

Then, the door opened again, as the man from before walked in carelessly, “Ahh, Truly… Again?” He walked over to the fallen Elyra, healing her briefly, before handing Beltan an Adamantine plate, which contained what was shown on the Information Plate.

The man then led him to an empty room for Beltan to use as he saw fit. As the man departed, Beltan scrounged about the room, trying to find a sludge pit.

But all he found was an oddly comfortable block of fluff, that as soon as he laid upon its supple cushion, he was transported to a realm he’d never experienced.

The realm of dreams, as he was whisked in his mind, and with comforts he’d never even thought of, he drifted off into a deep slumber.

…

As Beltan’s **** form lay on the rough hewn mattress, Damos Dalinae, the unnamed man who’d shown Beltan around, was standing before the Guild Mistress, an expression of displeasure apparent on his face, as he began speaking, “Now tell me, in what way was THAT testing required? How was it necessary?”

“Calm yourself, my dear. THAT was necessary for reasons which will be revealed soon, you will know soon.” A devious grin was upon her face, as she was facing away from him in her chair.

“I… I’ll trust you this time… Again.” Damos was looking away, though Elyra motioned for him to come closer, and as he turned the corner of her desk, moving in for a kiss.

Though what he saw was Elyra covered in the copious pints of Orc spunk she hadn’t made a single move to remove from her form.

“Ugh… Again?” His chagrined expression slowly faded, as he moved closer, taking the kiss he’d hesitated to take for a moment.

“That’s better, Damos. Just like that.” Elyra’s eyes were glowing a white light, as Damos obediently followed her orders, listlessly licking Beltan’s spunk from her form.